It was a few minutes before Edward came out, stepping up in front of Jonathan and shaking his head. "You are a lousy tipper. Why am I not surprised? Did you not notice how tight my pants are? Seriously. Wasted effort."

He had gotten out a piece of paper, a filter, now he sprinkled the stuff he intended to smoke from a small plastic bag and, no, it was not tobacco. He rolled the joint up with one hand, practised ease, then looked at Jonathan as he licked along the edge to hold it shut. "Still wanna share, Jonny? The Devil's Flower."